Trucker's pad, Saturday night
The good thing about Trucker was, when Priestly decided at closing time that he didn't really want to go home to his place knowing that Jen and the girls were off meeting Fuzzy and he would just be sitting on his ass, he didn't even have to ask. Trucker hitched a ride in Priestly's crappy jeep and invited him in for a beer.
"You're old enough to drink, right?" Trucker asked.
"Legally?"
Trucker snorted, then gave Priestly the beer bottle, then flopped down into the other beanbag chair. "Alright, kid. Out with it."
Priestly shrugged. "I just got a bad feeling, you know?"
"About Fuzzy?"
He shook his head. "Nah. Fuzzy sounds cool. I'm proud of Jen, it's really brave, going up to meet him and all."
"About Piper."
"Yeah. Well, kinda. It's a little skeevy. I mean, I get it, but still. Skeev."
"Yeah, I know. But we are not here to judge, Priestly. We are here only to support and encourage them on their way."
"Mmm, hippie zen." Priestly took a swig of his beer, then checked the label. "Huh. Korean?"
Trucker nodded. "Figured I'd remind you of your adventure."
Priestly managed not to shudder. His main memories of his adventure were not that great, no. "Thanks, man. I tell you who I'm really worried about, though --"
"Tish," Trucker said, a small smile on his face.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Only to those of us with eyes. You don't approve."
"I don't." Priestly slouched back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling. "It's not just that I'm jealous. I mean, I'm totally jealous, don't get me wrong, I've been in love with Tish since that first day when she thought I was your niece."
"Which is still very strange, by the way."
"Don't I know it. But Tad? Tad's a creep. He's so not the guy for her. Hell, I'd rather she go back to sleeping with the rest of the male population of Santa Cruz under thirty than stick with Tad."
"I admit, he's not who I hoped to see her with."
"You were hoping to see her with me, right?" Trucker just smiled again, and Priestly nodded, sipping his beer. "Right on."
"But still, it's not our place --"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Trust me, I'm well versed in the art of playing support to amazing, gorgeous ladies."
"Speaking of," Trucker asked. "How's Dinah doing?"
Priestly smiled. "Good! I mean, her gig ain't easy, you know? New Gotham has its issues, and I think maybe she's still a little torn up about what happened before New Years, but she's branching out. Taking a job at a tattoo parlor, even."
"What, not graffiti?"
"Nah, that's my gig. We'll probably trade off at some point."
Trucker nodded. Priestly pretended he couldn't see the little schemey glint in Trucker's eye.
"When did we get so emotionally mature?" Priestly wondered. "We're dudes, aren't we supposed to, like, bottle our shit up and grunt a lot?"
"Please, that's just what the Man wants you to think."
Priestly nodded again. "Right on, man, right on."
[ooc: missing scene, if you will, of canon. What Trucker and Priestly get up to while Jen has her big speech in Moral Bay. Open for phone calls, so long as you're down with the SP shuffle.]
"You're old enough to drink, right?" Trucker asked.
"Legally?"
Trucker snorted, then gave Priestly the beer bottle, then flopped down into the other beanbag chair. "Alright, kid. Out with it."
Priestly shrugged. "I just got a bad feeling, you know?"
"About Fuzzy?"
He shook his head. "Nah. Fuzzy sounds cool. I'm proud of Jen, it's really brave, going up to meet him and all."
"About Piper."
"Yeah. Well, kinda. It's a little skeevy. I mean, I get it, but still. Skeev."
"Yeah, I know. But we are not here to judge, Priestly. We are here only to support and encourage them on their way."
"Mmm, hippie zen." Priestly took a swig of his beer, then checked the label. "Huh. Korean?"
Trucker nodded. "Figured I'd remind you of your adventure."
Priestly managed not to shudder. His main memories of his adventure were not that great, no. "Thanks, man. I tell you who I'm really worried about, though --"
"Tish," Trucker said, a small smile on his face.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Only to those of us with eyes. You don't approve."
"I don't." Priestly slouched back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling. "It's not just that I'm jealous. I mean, I'm totally jealous, don't get me wrong, I've been in love with Tish since that first day when she thought I was your niece."
"Which is still very strange, by the way."
"Don't I know it. But Tad? Tad's a creep. He's so not the guy for her. Hell, I'd rather she go back to sleeping with the rest of the male population of Santa Cruz under thirty than stick with Tad."
"I admit, he's not who I hoped to see her with."
"You were hoping to see her with me, right?" Trucker just smiled again, and Priestly nodded, sipping his beer. "Right on."
"But still, it's not our place --"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Trust me, I'm well versed in the art of playing support to amazing, gorgeous ladies."
"Speaking of," Trucker asked. "How's Dinah doing?"
Priestly smiled. "Good! I mean, her gig ain't easy, you know? New Gotham has its issues, and I think maybe she's still a little torn up about what happened before New Years, but she's branching out. Taking a job at a tattoo parlor, even."
"What, not graffiti?"
"Nah, that's my gig. We'll probably trade off at some point."
Trucker nodded. Priestly pretended he couldn't see the little schemey glint in Trucker's eye.
"When did we get so emotionally mature?" Priestly wondered. "We're dudes, aren't we supposed to, like, bottle our shit up and grunt a lot?"
"Please, that's just what the Man wants you to think."
Priestly nodded again. "Right on, man, right on."
[ooc: missing scene, if you will, of canon. What Trucker and Priestly get up to while Jen has her big speech in Moral Bay. Open for phone calls, so long as you're down with the SP shuffle.]